[Don't let him get stunned, Jacob. He probably won't drop this, and if he did, it'd roll off the roof before it managed to go off—ideally speaking. It's probably fine for him to play with bombs.

He laughs at fry Fryes, because he's as lame as Jacob in some respects, and puts the bomb back down after another higher toss.] We'll have to find some Blighter-ridden mud, first. Or cops, next time my boys get pinched.

[Hell yeah, frying the police. That aside...] Frye, you've got a bag for these coins, and they're still all over the place. Seriously?